"James, James!" it called again. I banged my head against a tree in the hopes that the curse would be lifted.
Then, I got slapped on the shoulder. I jumped out of my skin, and turned around praying it would be Alyssa, saving me from this constant hell.
"Oi, James." it was a prison guard.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I slowly backed away, honestly terrified that i'd end up killing him.
"It's alright, dude. I'm not gonna arrest you. I'm going to help you escape." he patted me on the back as he said this, and showed me an uneasy smile. Prison guards are usually assholes, so I chose to take advantage of the considerate one.
He sighed.
"You know I could get sacked for this?" he said, looking down at the floor.
"So, why are you being like this then? You know, so kind to me." I asked, genuinely perplexed by his genuine attitude.
"Because I know you're just a kid. I robbed a bank at your age. Worst mistake of my life." he said.
'Interesting' I muttered.
Suddenly, the huge, muscly prison guard began to walk. After awhile, he turned around and waved his hand towards him as if to gesture me following him, so I picked up speed.
We trampled over dead leafs, bushes and fences. We tackled difficult wires and tree branches that tried to stop us from entering, until I realised I had no clue where we were.
"Where are we going?" I asked, inquisitively.
"You'll see." he asked.
I had what he said rushing through my mind. 'You'll see', what's that supposed to mean? Does he have plans to murder me? Use me as his sex slave? Whatever he had in store, I was terrified to find out. I held my breathe and followed him.
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Psycho In The Bloodstream
FanfictionTEOTFW // James, depressed in his prison cell, wonders what might have happened if he was a psychopath and had actually killed Alyssa. Does he change his mind on the art of murder, or is he still repulsed by it?
